Halo's hang above weary heads

Listening to the danger that encircles them

Consumed in guilt and hatred they turn on themselves

But no dark place can hold them

Their wings drag them as they walk on this earth

Seeing the dispossessed and lost create feelings of unknown guidance

Slugging down the escape to make them forget

And awakening with headaches unknown to man

Open palms looking to the heavens but no advice is given

With no one to hear their call on shoulders of the weak

Will they always remain until chance gives them the opportunity

Screaming with joy when their call is heard

But they always remain in the dark with no atonement.